My great grandfather Mr. Clyde as he was called had died before even my mother was born. He had left my Nanny a widow in her early forties with a teen...ge son and a wild as sin daughter that was about to enter her turbulent teens without benefit of a strong father. It was a recipe for disaster, even then. I remember little of Mr. Willy. He died suddenly, a heart attack I think. I was quite young, although I remember bits and pieces of neighbors collecting at the house, bringing food and support. At the annual Clan Table in April the Clan Father, King Edward (Gerry’s grandfather), declares he’s standing down from the office. Written secret ballot nominations are called for, forty-six nominations are made. All for Gerry - he’s astounded. In the formal secret ballot vote he’s elected unanimously. With everything else he’s now responsible for the management of the clan’s financial resources. The total value of the clan assets isn’t known because of the unknown value of the diamonds in the. Abruptly he ended this moment of solace, stepping back and feeling the tips of his ears grow hot. "I'm... so sorry, Paige," he said, as if it made everything better. She shook her head and put one finger to her lips, then turned around and lowered herself underwater, moving her hand as to grab his pulsating cock and delicately place it inside herself. He gasped, but relished the moment as she lowered herself until she was pressed up against him once more. She craned her head and Axel's lips. That's an order. Don't disobey your Owner. You hear me, Snowflake? Get that thing hard! I know your pizzle is only good for pissing, but if you don't get it hard, I'm going to get upset. Don't make me have to punish you on your special day. Unless you want to be punished. Is that you want? Don't make me get my belt. Because I will. There you go, little one. It's getting there. I knew you could do it if you tried. You're a good little dog. You can do it."Snowflake lay upon his back, milky white.